Cathy's Poetry Place


The Dandelion




I can make the dandelion

Blow clear up to the moon.

And watch the little parachutes

Float down to meet their doom.


If the wind will catch them up

And carry them along;

Then maybe they will reach a place

Where they can grow in throng.


They aren't wanted on my lawn

But what a sight they'd make

In cool country woods

Growing just for natures sake.

by Catherine L. Donaldson